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When It All Goes Down

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When It All Goes Down

The eighth track off the debut album, Thief & LoveWhen It All Goes Down was strongly influenced by The Wallflowers’ Everybody Out of the Water in regards to driving guitars and a minor melody morphing into a major key chorus.  It’s also easily the angriest song I’ve ever written, channeling my inner teen angst:)  I found myself in a few relationships that were becoming increasingly unhealthy for me, and I was torn between a sense of responsibility to stay and my gut telling me to go.  My gut won out, “I’ve said all I can say at last, and I wish you well.  But I won’t be here when it all goes down.”  I was eager to sing this one in the studio, but we intentionally left it toward the end because I knew I’d strain my voice pretty good on it.

A few of my personal highlights:

  • I love the honesty of this line:  “You can substitute whatever you want for the truth,  
    But whatever you choose doesn’t make it the truth!”
  • The third verse is almost a turning of the tide, me talking myself into remaining in that situation. “It’s a cold fog on a battlefield, the high ground’s lost but we can take that hill.”  Maybe we could rally??  But reality soon set it, and I knew there was really no chance of that ever happening.  “They’re gonna carve our names into paper & stone [history & graves], but I don’t want my grave in your memorial!”  I had a pretty good hunch as to how things were going to shake out, and I didn’t want to be around when they did.

Sometimes the only thing you can change is your proximity.  It doesn’t necessarily make anyone wrong or right, but there are times when simply moving on is the healthiest (or only viable) solution.

When It All Goes Down
© Wes Gow

Wall of rain, white sheet 
It covers your face
You can taste the sleet
The ocean is turned into a mountain peak
They’ll make a wreck dive out of your dream

But you’re holding fast
I’ve said all I can say at last 
And I wish you well  
But I won’t be here when it all goes down.  

Clouds of dust, dry bones
The harvest is lost
To the dust bowl
They pay with their lives for you’re pot of gold
They’ll blaze a wagon trail right over your grave

But you’re holding fast 
I’ve said all I can say at last 
And I wish you well   
But I won’t be here when it all goes… 
You can substitute whatever you want for the truth  
But whatever you choose doesn’t make it the truth!

It’s a cold fog on a battlefield
The high ground’s lost
But we can take that hill
They’re gonna carve our names into paper & stone
But I don’t want my grave in your memorial!

But you’re holding fast
I’ve said all I can say at last 
And I wish you well
But I won’t be here when it all goes to hell.  

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